It’s hard to explain how this works, but when you’re a woman with a penis and raging gender dysphoria, sex is complicated. One craves intimacy, like any human, and all the usual urges and attractions are there…but there is a kind of mental gymnastics one must go through to convince the mind to go along with the body. Sexuality is whom you go to bed with; gender is who you go to bed as. It is wrenching to live in a body that does not align with your most basic identity, and never more so than when someone else is touching that body. Whether he realises it or not, I am a woman going to bed with a man. The mental gymnastics require holding an image of my female body intact whilst everything happens.